Maria Dorota Pieńkowska: look Powazki

"... present is twenty-six years since the memorable storm of Herbert's death. Like all year, I went to the Dowries. I send a poem about poets and squirrels" - writes Poet, sending his poem.
From the bottom of our hearts, thank you for the surviving flame of memory of Mr. Cogito.

Old Owls

Old is beautiful!

I can't think otherwise.

Visiting Old Powązki

My Master under the seventh oak

Who's all year

I bring a rose flame and a car of kick

Then talk and silence

equally crucial in the relationship of the surviving with the dead –

Who lives who dies God knows

But besides tiny is beautiful

red flames creep between graves

light but not reckless

An eternal squirrel muck

behind the gates of large silence

I'll besides visit this

who was one

I mean, he suffered.

But otherwise,

I'll ask.

or on the another side

Your spirits float over an antler

Though the earth is light

Are each of you

He inactive owns his fishing rod.

to catch faithful words

Maria Dorota Pieńkowska